Love at first Bite

One

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Copyright © 2022 Cassey9

Hazel P.O.V

The blows are bone splitting.

Pain shoots up my body like a wildfire, crushing through the very essence of my being and fully grasping every part of my body. Nothing could ever prepare anyone for this excruciating moment. I could literally feel my world slowly dimming out.

So this was it?

My life coming to an end in the most brutal way. I was going to die. These men weren’t stopping anytime soon, at least not until Rowan and I kicked the bucket.

No! I couldn’t!

“Help…” I breathe out in a whimper despite being painfully aware that my cries were landing on deaf ears. It was all in vain, like drawing blood from a stone, the outcomes of my strangled cries destined to end in naught.

I protectively clutch my stomach praying that my angel wasn’t going through the same hell I was currently in. My little Lea. All I can think about is all the amazing things my baby girl would never get to see, live and experience. An innocent soul being for punished for the mistakes of her parents.

Rowan, my boyfriend, was no longer moaning. His voice had ceased for a few minutes now. His pleas to our attackers to stop having given out despite the onslaught of violence the men continued to hail on him. The two of us had bitten more than we could chew and the consequences of our rash decision a hefty one. My boyfriend was undoubtedly dead.

“Help us…somebody please help us.”

My hope wanes. There was no one else this deep in the woods aside from the six of us. These men had been quite keen on picking the perfect murder site. A secluded part of the forest were they could beat and torture Rowan and I. A kick to my chin elicits a cry of pain and I fold over into a fetal position.

“Guys! She’s isn’t dying!” I hear the man above me yell.

A chilling laughter takes over the air and I feel my legs being prodded by one of the men’s feet. “Quite a fighter, huh? Her f*****g boyfriend is dead already guys!”

His words are like a dagger to my heart and a confirmation of my worst fears. A cry bubbles from within me and hot tears spill through my eyes. Rowan was dead. These men had killed him. “Let’s gut this b***h and be over with it!” Another angry gruff voice bellows in irritation. “My feet hurt from all the kicking. I’ll do it. Pass me your knife Stew!”

The malice in his voice sends blood curdling fear down my spine. There was no way I was getting out of this alive. “I’m…I’m so sorry my…my baby. So sorry,” I cry out in a low voice clutching my pregnant tummy.

“No! I want to have a taste of her first…”

“But she’s almost dead Patrick,” the man who stood above me protests.

“Even better,” I hear before lewd laughter breaks out. My limbs are jerked wide apart and my chest shoved down that I’m lying on my back against the forest’s underbrush. The other men join in with Patrick, their chuckles and remarks only inciting the repulsive man on. “You know guys,” the pause is followed by the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down. “I once heard that pregnant…that pregnant women are the best fuck.”

“I want in!”

“Me too. I’ll take a round, or two now!”

“She needs a taste of a real man. Hers, was a wimp! Couldn’t even put up a fight like her. She needs real men, like us.” A chorus of hoots and cheers go around and I can only sob in resignation. What awaited me in the coming moments was a fate far worse than death. Rowan was dead, he’d given up and left me to suffer with these monsters.

My struggle to clamp my legs shut are effortless and soon enough I feel my dress being pulled upwards and my tights being roughly pulled down. I place my entire weight on my behind not allowing the man room to take them down. “f**k this!” His curse is escorted with a sharp cut at the band of my tights the slice moving down to my thigh.

I open my tear filled ears and see brown boots approaching closer. “Pat! Better hurry up with your s**t! The boss is waiting,” this new voice directs.

“No…Please…please stop,” I beg in a broken voice but my helplessness only seems to fuel him on. I feel Patrick’s weight on me and my attempts to push him away fail. “No! Get off of me!” I cry out more forcefully and attempt to wriggle away.

“Shut up b***h. You’re mine for the taking! Now quit squirming or this knife goes straight through your baby’s heart!” The cold feel of the blade stops any more objection from me. I couldn’t risk Lea getting hurt further. “Yeah, that’s more like it. Be a good girl and you’ll enjoy it. Take is as your final gift. Okay princess,” he utters sarcastically. His calloused hands caress my face and he lowers himself to press a kiss on my trembling lips.

“Please…don’t…don’t do this to me,” I beseech again. His manhood rubs against my panties but soon enough that barrier is removed and I feel him. I cringe in reverse, utterly repulsed. I close my eyes not wanting to witness the brutality that was about to befall me.

The sound of something crackling not far from where I lie captures my attention yet my eyes remain shut. It had to be an animal. A helpless one that had stumbled into something it shouldn’t have.

“What was that?” Patrick asks pulling away and I’m grateful for the few moments the intruding animal buys me. The swishes come again making the man about to assault me fully pull away. I take a deep breath and pray for it to be a bear or something more vicious. I would rather be mauled or torn to bits by a wild animal than die in the hands of these merciless men. Some of them too, would die, because outrunning a predator in the wild seemed rather implausible.

“Go! Go check it out guys,” I hear the command being issued by Patrick.

One of his friend chuckles nonchalantly, “Relax Pat, it’s probably some animal. I could go first. My d**k is so hard from just watching and waiting…”

“No! I go first!” he utters forcedly and slumps back to the ground. I feel his weight and this time his determination too. The worse was truly about to come. Maybe I wouldn’t feel anything from how bad my body was hurting and besides they’d kill afterwards. Something that I was now actually looking forward too. My head turns to side and that’s when I see it. The flash of white. Partially hidden by the trees and green vegetation surrounding it.

From the silhouette, it had to be a person. My salvation through this storm. “Help! Please help me!” I yell my voice gaining renewed strength. “Help me! Please! Help!” A hard smack lands on the side of my face and my vision is distorted from the blow.

“Shut up b***h! No one’s coming for you! Nothing can save you now. Only death will!” the man on top of me booms arrogantly “Death is your only savior bitch.” His weight presses on my swelled stomach and I panic for Lea. He was hurting my angel. I look back to where I’d seen the outline of a white but it’s now gone.

My savior had abandoned me, gone with sliver of hope they’d ignite. My eyes shut in defeat as I await the unbearable pain. Patrick adjusts himself on top of me again and I can only whimper meekly.

The rustling of leaves sounds closer and the weight on top of me disappears in a flash. I open my eyes and all I can make out is blur of white whizzing about everywhere in blinding light speed. The men grunt and let out loud anguishing cries. The sounds of bones breaking and blood spluttering rent the air and suddenly, it all stops. Nothing moves. An eerily silences wraps around me in a comforting cover.

My hand moves to the side, the discomfort from there too much to bear. I gasp painful at first contact and quickly withdraw my now stained hands. Somehow during the entirety of the commotion, the blade had pierced the skin below my belly. “Help…help me,” I utter in a strained voice. I was worried for my baby. Lea’s life could be in peril. Blood drips down the side of my mouth when I try to speak further. Weakly, I spit it out and take a deep breath that only serves to burn my lungs. I could feel myself slowly slipping into the cold, dark abyss.

“It’s okay. You’re okay now,” the voice of my savior sounds above me. The sound undoubtedly that of a woman. Her tone is soft and solacing.

Feeling a presence above me, I struggle to open my eyes if only just to get a simple glance of the woman’s face, and, when I do, I’m taken aback by the sight that hails me. Her eyes are remarkable. Her dilated pupils were bloodshot, like nothing I’d ever seen before. Glowing as the red blood moon. Her black hair is like the dead of the night, a stark contrast to her unblemished pale skin. Whoever this woman was, she seemed unnatural and the streaks of red dripping down her chin only added to her otherworldly nature.

“Your eyes…your eyes are…” I whisper extending out my bloodied battered hand to cup her jaw. Her skin is cool to the touch but the feel of her was the least of my worries. Had I simply fallen in the ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ situation. Was this woman more depraved than the men she’d easily put down? “Your eyes are…are red.”

Instead of answering the woman simply kisses my palm. I can only stare in acute shock when her tongue darts out and licks the surface of my bloodied hand. A growl reverberates from this strange woman’s, the sound so animalistic my toes curl in fear. I had definitely jumped into the fire.

“You…” her voice is husky and it draws me from my dooming thoughts. “You taste better, sweeter than those vile men,” she whispers placing another kiss against my palm. “You are nothing like I’ve ever had before.”

Though softly speaking her words hold a foreboding vow to them. “Please…” I attempt to sit up but stop at the sensation of white hot knives piercing every inch of my skin. “It…it hurts. It rea…really hurts.” The words come out with much difficulty as my injuries and the exhaustion begin to take a toll. I splutter out more blood from my mouth. My head was surely going to burst from the implacable throbbing. “I…I…”

“No. No don’t close your eyes mia cara,” I hear the woman tenderly murmur. My head is gently raised from the hard ground and rested on something far softer. “You can’t close…open your eyes dear.”

I smile looking up at her, whoever this woman was, no matter how strange she acted had saved me. Given me a few more minutes of my life. She’d protected me from getting further abused by those men but, in the end, it was too late for me. I draw in a deep labored breath, I couldn’t be happier and more at peace to die in the arms of this beautiful but odd saving angel.

“You think I’m beautiful? And you’re not dying,” her question surprises me but I nod brushing off the last part of her statement. There was nothing more she could do to save me. We were far-flung from any hospital or anything that could be of used to save me. Nothing but a canopy of trees and vegetation surrounded us and t went on for miles if I could clearly recall the journey into the forest. “Thank…thank you for saving me.”

“Open your eyes,” the terse command comes and I find myself adhering to it. “I’ll only accept your gratitude once you’re all better. Yes?”

“I…I don’t think I’ll make it,” I croak out and cough in pain. My entire body was killing me.

“You will. I’m not done saving you yet,” the woman says and I weakly groan in reply. Her faith in my survival could really move mountains. If only I shared the same belief. My journey had surely come to an end. Mine and Lea’s.

“We won’t make it…to…to the hospital,” I state the truth of the matter and immediately notice the frown lines that mar her forehead. I gasp in surprise at the other change in her face that I also spot. Her eyes no longer red, were now a deep shade of grey and deep with sadness. “Hey…hey it’s okay. I’m okay with dying and I’ve…I’ve lost a lot of blood already.” I close my eyes ready to accept my fate but the woman is persistent in shaking me awake.

“I’ll give you mine. My blood,” she utters in a serious voice. I follow her movements with my blurred vision and I faintly see her bite the skin on her wrist causing her blood to spill past the wound. I want to protest the bizarreness of the offer. This wasn’t how blood transfusion worked.

Blood trickles down the wrist in slow motion and the woman squeezes her palm into a fist creating droplets as her hand lowered. “Drink. It’ll make you feel better,” she utters the words with an odd sense of assurance and I believe her.

Her other free hand gently supports my head and she holds her wrist to my chapped lips. The blood is salty with a metallic hint to it as it makes its way into my dry mouth. I cough a little but she gently urges me to drink on slowly. The blood trickles down my throat and its then that I experience the shift. The all so consuming aching eases the more I suckle on the wound. I feel rejuvenated, like I was drinking from the fountain of life.

The harrowing torture that had my body yoked ceases. The agony fading to a dull throb. Her blood was magical, healing and I groan in protest when the source is pulled away. I needed more of the coppery nectar and I raise my head chasing after her hand to prove my point. The woman holds it away and I hear her snicker at my action.

“More,” I ask in raspy tone.

“No. You’ve had more than enough dear. Don’t you know that too much of something is poisonous?”

I want to insist but there was no winning for me. I watch her lick her wrist and the blood that had been seeping out stops. “Who…who are you?” I couldn’t help but wonder aloud.

“Your beautiful angel. Isn’t that what you called me before?” she whispers tenderly and bends down. “You need to rest now,” she whispers her breath fanning my face. My eyes flutter close when her lips find the corner of my mouth. The caress is gentle, feather-like but it nonetheless sets my entire body a light. I want to say something but my mind grows foggy readily beckoning unconsciousness. A peaceful sleep that carries away all the woes. A tranquility that takes everything away but her.

Even in oblivion, I see her. I feel her. Her preternatural beauty and presence comforting and protecting me. I feel safe knowing that she is there with me. My beautiful angel, my savior, I know in my heart that she’ll protect me and my Lea.

She would save us.